Sacrifice is glorified.
Sacrifice puts you in orbs above average.
Sacrifice gives you a halo, and binds you to expectations.
Sacrifice cries out for a worthwhile cause.
There are many who will ask you to put the interest of others before your own, to attain a nobility you did not ask for.
They exhort you to live by standards someone else has set. You do not know their limitations, their intent or the field in which they operated.
They never talk about a noble soul who asked others to sacrifice –
- for a cause other than the collective, common good
- for the benefit of those who want to fleece you
- for the benefit of those who will transfer your rights to others
- for the benefit of those who will trample upon you.
Sacrifice does not lift you above the ordinary.
It pushes you back there amongst the proletariat, because the right to upgrade has been taken away from you.
It wants you to wallow in misery to bring a smile on someone else’s face.
And if you have done it out of choice, it is not a sacrifice. It was an opportunity to lift your own spirits, and you grabbed it.
What does a soldier think before dying on the battlefield?
Is it a call of duty, devotion to his motherland, or a lack of options?
It makes a difference.